I was never sure who was to play Romeo. Maybe I'd like to try Juliet out? Not literally, of course. But she was up on that god damn balcony and my knee was sore from guard, so hell no, I was not going to climb a ten foot wall. and even worse--what would her father have done if he found me? I'd be slaughtered by the Capulet Mafia, and Romeo should end more gallantly than that daresay. Don't you think? Why would anyone, even if they were not in love with being in love, risk their life for someone they barely even glanced at before they kissed? I mean, nowadays, you kiss and no biggie. Shit, you screw and its no biggie, so long as there's no baby. But thats not possible for the kind of relationship I was aiming at. So fuck me, I brought a bullhorn and begged Juliet to get her ass downstairs and sneak out the front door. She wouldn't. And can you believe that after a year I'm still kneeling down here waiting, though she forgot about me long ago. If this is love, I quit. Now I understand why it's called a tragedy. I gotta hand it to him--Shakespeare knew his shit.
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Four score and seven years ago, Mom brought home a new dresser. Wood-finished and plenty, it shined against the navy paint and posters plastered on my walls. It has six drawers and I haven't got enough clothes to fill it's meager space that I yearned for almost two weeks ago. I guess I'm going shopping with the money for cell phone bills. So if you cant get hold of me, check Goodwill on Antique Row.
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Dear Bishop Moore,
You taught me well. Today, i received yet another dress code violation. My third of the school year and we've only gone four days. Aren't you proud of me? Not even at a private school and still can't look the part. Maybe I didn't learn a thing, perhaps I never will. But I was sent home and was able to finish up my summer reading for an AP class you never would've allowed me to enroll in. Now don't get ahead of yourself, I still have not written the essay, but I'm progressing. Would it surprise you to inform your administration that a phone call went home to my mother today from my AP Environmental teacher. He told her what a pleasure I am, how smart I seem, and she commented that I'm a lucky transfer from Bishop Moore. He was 'flabbergasted'. I think because how could someone like me last even two and three quarters of year there? I, too, am left shocked but I'll get over it. Will you? Will i ever stop hearing the drama? Can you quit sending home letters? Take me off your mailing list for Christ's sake! As Belle constantly told me during my time of greatest need; get over me. it's time to move on, Bishop Moore.
As Always,
Mariah.
You taught me well. Today, i received yet another dress code violation. My third of the school year and we've only gone four days. Aren't you proud of me? Not even at a private school and still can't look the part. Maybe I didn't learn a thing, perhaps I never will. But I was sent home and was able to finish up my summer reading for an AP class you never would've allowed me to enroll in. Now don't get ahead of yourself, I still have not written the essay, but I'm progressing. Would it surprise you to inform your administration that a phone call went home to my mother today from my AP Environmental teacher. He told her what a pleasure I am, how smart I seem, and she commented that I'm a lucky transfer from Bishop Moore. He was 'flabbergasted'. I think because how could someone like me last even two and three quarters of year there? I, too, am left shocked but I'll get over it. Will you? Will i ever stop hearing the drama? Can you quit sending home letters? Take me off your mailing list for Christ's sake! As Belle constantly told me during my time of greatest need; get over me. it's time to move on, Bishop Moore.
As Always,
Mariah.
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